Come Back Home

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"Hello I'm Christian," he started. Screams were filling the room. "Many of you probably know this song, so if you wa-." We saw each other again, our eyes locked once more.

"Um, uh, if you want to sing along, p-please do," he choked out.

His voice was angelic. It was absolutely beautiful. I didn't understand how someone could be such an aesthetic to so many people, including me.

Throughout his performance, our eyes caught glances. I tried to look away but I couldn't. When he finished, "Christian," waved to the crowd and looked at me once more before disappearing behind the stage.

"I'll never see him again, that was it," I thought to myself.

Cece and I watched the rest of the show, my mind focused on him. When it was over, she found some of her friends and ran to them, leaving me on my own in a sea of pre-teen girls.

"I'll meet you at the car!" She yelled as she was dragged away by her little friends.

"Ugh," I breathed.

Everyone seemed to be flowing through the front doors of the event to leave, so I decided to find another way out, I didn't feel the need to be trampled today...

***CHRISTIAN'S P.O.V.***

I needed to find her. To know her name. I knew I'd never see her again if not. I'd never seen anyone so lovely. I put on my Bon Iver hoodie and hid my face as well as I could so I wouldn't get bombarded as i searched for her.

That's when I saw her long black hair starting towards the stairwell...